That Sissy Man is My Husband

Chapter 8, wife display

I almost fell asleep because Dika's massage was so good.

Finished in the massage I took a shower.

After I finished the bath, Dika also followed the bath.

I made the bed, who knows if Dika wants a break.

Her night. After praying, Izya arrived on the road.

"Jalan yuk" jya asked.

"Where?" ask me.

"Hmm, eat, go around town" said Dika..

We live in a small town in North Kalimantan province. The city is small but densely populated. In this city many immigrants wander like my parents and Dika's parents. I was born here but my parents are from east Java. While Dika and his parents are Bugis native, from South Sulawesi.

"Well, be ready first" I replied.

"Sip" said Dika.

Many streets filled the city.

What day is it, huh?

"What day is this, what's the big game?" ask me on the bike.

Dika Yeng was driving a motorbike in front of him replied.

"Sunday Day"

"Oh rame's panties" I exclaimed.

We entered a cafe.

Seen a lot of visitors.

Dika took me to a table that was filled with many people.

"Cock here?" ask me.

"Hay, welcome" said Dika's friend. Samsul and Sarifuddin were there.

"Sorry well I didn't say before, they've done it first I don't feel good to refuse it, but I also don't feel good to leave you at home so I bring it" said Dika.

Oh so it turns out.

He let me sit.

Want to not want me to join in.

There are 5 people here.

"Is this your wife?" yell at one of them.

"Yes introduce, her name is Mulan". replied Dika.

They nodded, some of them already knew me.

He was busy talking to his friends. I was busy playing my own phone. Because confused how to. I thought we'd walk alone. If you know this, I want to walk.

"I go to the toilet first" said I to Dika.

Dika just nodded.

I'm heading for the toilet. Looking at the glass of the sink, tidying up my hijab.

Then get back out.

I see Dika still chatting.

I want to go home but not good. All wrong.

Where my stomach is hungry haven't eaten.

I stepped towards Dika's table.

Suddenly a waiter spilled a drink at me.

He was in a hurry.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it" he said.

"Yes gpp" I replied.

Dika who saw it immediately approached us.

"How about mas, look tuh , his clothes get dirty", protested Dika.

"Already Dika, gpp kok" I tried to calm Dika.

"Maybe I'm going home, yeah" I said.

"Yes, I've brought her" she replied.

"That's okay. It's not good for my friends if you stay, I can take a taxi" I refused.

"What's okay?" ask her again.

I nodded and smiled.

Soon I got out of the cafe and headed for the big road.

"I deliberately told the waiter to spill the drink on your shirt" exclaimed someone behind me.

I also looked.

"What do you mean?" my screeches.

"I saw you were so awkward there so I made something so you could get out of there" she replied.

"I don't need your help!" my screeches.

Farhan smiled broadly when he saw me angry.

"You are indeed temperament from the past, his hobby angry angry" he said.

I snorted in annoyance.

"Who are you, why are you always around me, are you an eye?" ask me.

Farhan laughed at my question.

"Hahaha, is there an eye that shows its shape like this?" exclaiming her.

"I don't have time to serve you" he said. I kept looking for a taxi to go home.

"Try to remember the plaster of character wounds you gave me" her fishing rod.

"No need to make a big guess. I can't remember. You could be wrong" I said.

"How can I forget the person who accompanied me when I was in trouble" he replied.

"Who are you, I don't have time to remember what's not important" I insisted.

"I'm sorry I left you, it's not what I want" she said.

"We were childhood friends, remember? when my mother died, you were with me, always with me, cheering me on, you said you weren't good at treating the wounds of loss, then you give me a plaster of funny character wounds. You said whatever the wound was, just put the plaster on. Until now I remember it" Farhan explained.

I just remember it turns out he was Farhan my friend since childhood, but since graduating Junior High he went to move out of town

And since then I started forgetting her, what else her current appearance was so different the last time I saw her.

"Continue?" ask me.

"I'm sorry to be late, I really want to marry you" he said.

I laughed too.

"What's? haha, make up the joke" my laugh.

"I'm serious" he said.

"Go away, I'm married" I said.

"I'm sorry, I'll be waiting for you" she said.

"Wait for what, my widow? crazy you are" I cried.

Farhan was silent.

"I don't feel close, anything else saves you from anything. So stop bothering me. Let's just say we're strangers who don't know each other" I said.

Taxis are passing by. I'll stop him immediately,

I took a taxi without saying hello.

Crazy jerk. It was just a childhood meeting, could he remember her. Not important.

My daydreams are far-flung, considering my gay husband. How can I cure him. She wasn't even interested in my smooth white body and beauty.

There's no use for all this. My treatment to please the extinct husband already remembers I can't serve him as his other wife.

Once at home, I immediately changed clothes, and cleaned myself, then fell in front of the tv. I lay on top of a padded cuff with a pillow. Waiting for Dika to come home. The clock has shown at 21:40 WITA.

I started to sleep and fell asleep. It's not me watching television, it's the television watching me sleep.

Thank goodness I locked the door.

Elsewhere Dika coolly enjoy togetherness with his friends.

"Dugem yuk" Toni just joined the roar.

Of all the many friends Dika I dislike this Toni the most.

"emm, no, I want to go home ajja, kasian Mulan herself at home" declined Dika.

"Wah not cool that has been married, has begun to change, began to fear the wife" he said.

"It's not like that ton" Dika.

"Here you go, go home" Toni began to sulk.

The dilemma begins. He does not want to lose his friend but he also does not have the heart to let Mulan alone continue at home. While he was always having fun.

Friends of friends started glancing at Dika with angry expressions.

"I'm sorry I can't this time, I have to go home, you guys" said Dika while taking the keys to his motorcycle on the table.